Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Monks,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.